Rubber 

His rub is wrong way round
A walk in talking stop
His mouth producing sound
But interest rates have dropped
He used to be in sales
Has always been a bore
Return to alpha males
They miss him I am sure
He’s bored but can not see
That what we do is art
A man as base as he
Can’t reach the higher part
He doesn’t get our kind
Erase him from your mind

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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